Barb today, she was in my wedding all those years ago. I sent her a picture, she said we looked so young, we did because we were. It’s nice connecting with friends from way back when. I’m getting ready to part with some of Troy’s things, such as a desk he re-finished, his mother’s cedar chest. I can’t take it all with me when I move, so it’s best to part with it now. There are memories attached to all of it, there always is. Memories are what makes us who we are, they shaped us. So I guess I will say goodbye to all those items from my past, but will keep the memories of them tucked away….
Jane is a Widow 